The Pack

Chapter 2

I know as long as I stay in this pack I will be thrown around like trash.

I climbed in to the willow tree not far from the house. Near the trunk of the tree I had a stash of books for me to read. Life was nothing like in books it has and never will be. I stopped believing in happy endings a long time ago.

I didn't touch my books, I just wanted to listen to the quiet. I rubbed the raw and bruised side of my face where the basketball had hit, hard. The top of the tree was where I had a blanket and a pillow in case Jace or Pitch decided to be worse than the bitches they already are. I ran my hands across the tips of my white hair, where it was died blood red, and remembered the Times when I was drug around by my hair, so I grabbed a pair of scissors and and cut my hair. It had looked like feathers with all the uneven edges.

I pulled my blanket over me as I lay on a thick branch. I have no idea why the pack leaves me behind on hunts and leave me to pick throughout what is left of kills. I have gone back to my wolf form, for eleven years. The only wolf that never hated me was Kreed, but he's gone. Long gone. 

I always say at times like this that I will stand up for myself. That if I run away from this pack, I would find my happy ending, but it's a lie. Happy endings are only fairytales.

A/N

I am so sorry that it has taken me months to get this chapter done. It is small bc it's three eleven am and still haven't slept at all so bye